โOi. How many times does she have to tell yeโ, but sheโs not interested,โ growled Richard, his eyes darkened with protective rage all the while his hand gripped the other manโs shoulder.
โAnd who the fuck are you?โ
Richard didnโt even grace the manโs question with an answer. Instead, his fist came flying at the other manโs nose, causing the drunken bastard to buckle onto the ground. The Scotsman didnโt even wait for the prick to stand back up. He didnโt have the time nor did he care. Get Bev somewhere safe. Thatโs all that mattered. Without another word, he took the womanโs hand before leading her out of the pub.
It was only when the two were far away as possible from the bar, that Richard turned towards Bev, sincere concern glistening in his blue eyes. โAre yeโ aโrighโ?โ he finally asked, deep lines settling along his forehead.ย โDid he-.... Are yeโ hurt?โ